Short fiction is where I first learned to take risks. There is no room for hesitation in a short story — every sentence must earn its place, every ending must feel both surprising and inevitable. These are the pieces I keep returning to, in different forms, across different platforms.
Selected Stories
Tabula Rasa Speculative
Sukriti has filed for euthanasia. I walk into a full courtroom — and find myself stepping into the witness box when her name is called.
Shrug Fiction
Mother had closed all the windows. We barricaded the gaps with old newspaper. The hole with the corrosive gas — it was the one my mother picked.
Clockwork Dream
The IV tubes catch the light playfully — like a discotheque, absurdly. A wall clock is a portal: takes you forward but can take you back just as easily.
Friend Sci-fi
Introducing FRIEND — Fabricated Reminiscence and Integrated Erasure for Neurological Development. You are always in charge. Of course, I have tried it.
Olive Speculative
Samarth is sure FAIR will be fair. Sukriti is not. There is a thin line between hope and delusion — and fundamentalism sits balanced on that line.
On Reedsy
Hello, World
My room has a circular window — a porthole. Sometimes it feels like this house is a ship at sea, like we are in a story.
One Second Per Second
Nine minutes remaining — the watch on my wrist is running in reverse. I am standing in the World Congress, where history was made after four wars.
Rohit Pruthi 